I’m a forest fire
And like a moth you like to burn again
Be my Valentine
Tell me all your secrets from the box
Let me eat your heart out
Do I make you feel special
Keep calling calling so I know it’s you
You work too hard to be loved but I love you
You’re working working for the knife
You’ve been working working all your life
I’m missing a part of you where did you go
Do you always have to be so soft
You’re just like a sex god made of silver and gold
You’ll get eaten the way you continue to shine
You’re too good to burn away
You’re too good to eat
But baby I’m a forest fire
And you’re a fire lover
-v.